God of Heart

Inside the heart's chamber
the great god awakes.
He has no arms to bear
nor an army to bear them.
All he has is this great
beating hall and its carrier,
sullen with the heart's key
resting in its toungue,
shaped as the consecrated word.
If uttered opens the great gate
and its own god is free to embody
the form whole that builds
and creates, destroys and
rebuilds and above all, loves.
The consecrated word is not
easily spoken and is harsh
on the tongue's first try.
It is the courage of the sullen
carrier that has a strong
heart to speak it,
with that rests everything.